User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-7207319-20140610201540/@comment-3135907-20140819200650

The wounds are extensive, though not necessarily mortal: two thrusts to the rib cage and one glancing stab to the lower left side. Roan gasps painfully. "The rat got me three times, mate. I don't think I'll make it..."

"Haballo an' walligotch, shipmate," says Silvo. "You'll make it just fine. Rest now whilst Astrix here checks ye."